Forget the Pork. Add Some Flower Power to Your Quesadillas.
At Super King, the Armenian-owned grocery chain with a hectic parking lot near my house in Los Angeles, I buy dried hibiscus flowers in bulk from a deep self-serve bin with a perpetually sticky-handled scoop. I say “flowers,” but in the kitchen, the bright red, sour wrinkles we call hibiscus aren’t really the flowers. We…